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Tenna hates his real laugh. It sounded so goofy and not a showman laugh he'd love to have if he were to ever become an entertainer.
So, he practiced a fake laugh that sounded more like a showman's laugh.
Spamton mentioned to him before he felt like that's not his real laugh as it's too controlled. He's love to hear his husband's real laugh.
But, if Spammy ever heard that laugh...oh, golly. His poor soul wouldn't be able to handle Spamton possibly mocking him.
His dear Spammy doesn't mince words. He loved that.
But, not if he were to ever hear his real laugh...
"Dear Tenna, where are you? Love Spamton," Spamton called out for his husband as he was looking around the trash heap.
Tenna didn't arrive home yet after their shift had ended. The TV monster never likes being late, which worried the addison. So, he decided to search.
After a few minutes, the delivery man noticed the body of his dear husband. Spamton ran as fast as his short legs could. Why didn't Tenna move? Why was he struggling.
"Wait, are you stuck?" Spamton called out, "Dear Tenna, I'm here! Love Spamton,"
As he got closer, the addison realized his husband was stuck in a small car. It appeared he tried to squeeze through the window, but his head got stuck.
"HELP! SOMEONE HELP!" Tenna's nervous voice called out as he struggled.
"Dear Tenna, I'm here. Love Spamton," Spamton called as he approached Tenna from behind.
"Spammy? Oh, Spammy! I'm so glad you're here!" Tenna called out happily before he made sounds that sounded like a sob, "I-I'm stuck,"
"Dear Tenna, I'll help you out. Love Spamton," Spamton cooed in a reassuring tone as he patted his husband's leg, "I'll climb on your back and then try pull you out,"
"O-okay!" Tenna replied, tone nervous. Spamton felt his soul clench. Tenna hardly ever showed being scared, unless he was really frightened.
The delivery man climbed onto his husband's back, feeling him twitch now-and-then. He also heard his husband tell him to be careful.
Without warning, he grabbed Tenna's sides, nearly bucked off as the TV monster's body jolted.
"SNRK! C-Careful!" Tenna called out.
"Dear Tenna, are you hurt? Love Spamton," the smaller monster asked in concern as he grabbed his husband's sides at a lower angle.
"Hehe!" a soft giggle slipped from Tenna's lips without him realizing it, "C-careful,"
Spamton felt his heart flutter when he heard his husband giggle. His real laugh. What an adorable laugh! So much better than that staged laugh he often heard whenever Tenna had to laugh.
"Oh, Tens," Spamton grinned, "Are you perhaps ticklish?"
"Ticklish?" Tenna sounded confused, "I dunno...?"
"Well, let's find out!" Spamton chuckled as his hands ran up and down Tenna's sides and ribs, fingers attacking at random spots, "Coochie Coochie coo!"
"HehahahahAHAHAHAHAHHA!! SNRT! FEEHEELS FUNNEHEHE! HAHAAHAHHA!" Tenna couldn't stop the adorable belly laugh-snorts bubbling from him as his sides and ribs were attacked.
Spamton had to grab hold onto Tenna's sides as the TV Monster began to buck and squirm as his body tried to figure out how to react to the tickles. His laughter was loud and desperate.
The TV Monster didn't realize he gripped the car door so hard that it shattered into pieces, letting his TV head free. Spamton didn't realize it either. The TV monster rested his head against the car seat, giggling and squealing as his upper body was attacked.
"Dear Tenna, why did you hide your real laugh? Love Spamton," Spamton asked as he slowed his tickles down to give Tenna a breather.
"Heheehe," Tenna continued to giggle before he felt shame wash over him, "Spammy...I--"
He didn't know how to respond. Realizing he's head was no longer stuck, the TV monster tried to bury his head into the car seat. He pulled in as much as his body in until it was just his lower legs sticking out, which caused Spamton to lose his footing and land onto the ground.
"Dear Tenna, what's wrong? Love Spamton," The delivery man asked as he curiously watched his husband for a moment.
"N-nothing," Tenna replied in a small voice. Spamton jumped onto Tenna's foot and climbed up until he reached his husband's head. He leapt down to sit next to his head.
"Dear Tenna, are you crying? Love Spamton," the addison asked, "Dear Tenna. I'm sorry for tickling instead of continuing to help you out. Love Spamton,"
"It's not that, Spammy," Tenna sobbed, "It was nice, but...oh golly, now you know why hide my real laugh,"
Spamton looked confused for a moment before he sneakily squeezed Tenna's sides to make him giggle a bit.
"Dear Tenna. No, I don't. Love Spamton," he admitted as he gently tickled Tenna's ribs, "I love this one much more. It suits you,"
"hehehehahah! Eeek! Reahelellee?" the TV monster asked in surprise between giggle, squealing when his husband found a sensitive spot.
"Dear Tenna. I really do. Love Spamton," the addison smiled warmly before wrapping his arms around his husband and giving him a hug.
"Oh, Spammy!" Tenna's voice was wobbly as he wrapped an arm around Spamton to return the hug, "You make me so happy!"
Tenna smiled as Spamton wiped his tears off.
"Come, let's go home! You must be hungry," Tenna offered as he helped his husband out of the car before he turned around and took out a bag of several tin foods and space food from the front, "I found these in the car,"
"Dear Tenna. What a treat! Love Spamton," Spamton cheered.
The two monsters headed home, happily chatting away.
The End